Memory Burns

Trish's house catches on fire, causing both of her parents' deaths. Only she knows that she was the cause of that fire. She goes to live in an orphanage in the hopes of being adopted, but something weighs on her mind. Somebody who had threatened her had intentionally killed her parents, and now they want to kill her. She goes from foster home to foster home, trying to adjust to the life she now has and let go of the ones she lost.

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9. Chapter 9- The Last Moments

 

I pull myself up in bed and check my watch. 10 til. I have ten minutes to get down to the celebration site. I hate to admit it to myself, but I am excited. My cheeks have an unusual rosy glow and a grin is split wide across my face.

"Nikki, what are you doing?" I hiss, smacking her across the face, "We have 10 minutes to get down there, and you're hosting the party!" Nikki mumbles soething and rolls over on her side. I roll my eyes but leave her to deal with herself. I sprint out the door, checking both ways to look for any watching eyes. I hear a twig snap and I rush behind a thick oak tree. A thick shadow clumsily stumbles by me, and I hear somebody coughing.
That's it. Nikki's drunk. How did she get drunk already? But then I realize that it's Patty. Patty's drunk. I have heard the rumors, but I didn't expect her to be walking around completely loopy. I roll my eyes and keep walking, knowing Patty is too groggy to call me out on my sneaking out of the cabin. I smile to myself.
I arrive at the hill in record time, with three minutes left till the party officially starts. It is dark enough that I can't see anything, but I can manage to make out the shadows of people. Lots of people. She said there would only be a few!
"Over here." a hand cups over my mouth, and I stifle a shriek. The hand tightens around me and I kick and fight, trying to free myself. "Relax, it's just me!" Mitt's innocent voice relaxes me, and I take a deep breath.
"Don't scare me like that! Ever since I came here I am so paranoid! How many drunken fools are here, anyways!?" Mitt nods in agreement, "this has gotten out of control. Our friends invited friends, who invited friends, who invited friends. We even have some people to don't live at this orphanage here!"
"How do you know people from out of the orphanage?" I am confused.
Mitt snorts and rolls her eyes, looking offended, "We got to school, you know. It's the summer, for heavens sake." I nod. Of course, how else would they get an education?
A group of girls stumble up to us, giggling, "Come on! You look so serious! Grab a drink and relax!" she stumbles to the ground and grabs my arm to pull herself up.
"I've spent enough time here," I mutter, kicking off into a sprint.
"Hey! Trish!" I hear a terribly familiar voice. The boy who yelled at me the other day smiles dopily at me.
"Hi!" I run faster. I have never seen anyone drunk before I came here, and seeing 50 at once was too much. Plus, they are making so much noise they are going to get caught.
I am soon at the cabin. Sweaty, out of breath, and terrified. They are like zombies! I open the cabin door, and my eyes widen. I see Patty stalking down the aisles inbetween the bunks. Luckily, she is facing away from me. I slink over to my bunk and quickly climb up the ladder.
"Ow!" I gasp at the noise I made. I hit my head on the ceiling on the way up the bunks, and now it is swelling and hot. I shove my blankets over me and force my eyes closed, trying to look deep in sleep.
"Mara!" Patty's rough voice rumbles close to my ear. I jump but pretend to keep sleeping.
"Would you like to tell me where the kids are?" She is smiling innocently at me. I stiffen. She knows.
"I'm not sure," I whisper, trying to sound groggy. I hear her snicker, and I try to loosen my shoulders. I should try to look natural.
"I get it. You don't want to get in trouble before you leave. But you might get on everybody's bad side, you know. And that's never a good thing if you want your life and your happiness intact." I can almost see her smile through my tightly closed eyelids, and I shiver. I hear footsteps and then the door slams shut, leaving me sitting there coldy, stone still. I hear a deep voice yelling, and then kids screaming. I breathe out. I am safe. At least for now.

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